K U S H I N A
It’s not necessarily a long wait before my solo calls the attention of a sunshine-colored fae… or at least, that’s what she looks to be in my eyes… but then again, navy blue sailors can always be deceived when a storm brews above their spyglasses. If I am right, though… she seems to be soiled with quite the amount of dirt and grime. Her paws show off their four-wheel drive by fading briefly into ashen hue’d pixels. She has gorgeous eyes… much prettier than my own dull ones… and instantly I feel a sharp pang of jealousy tainting along the lines of fear that have already become prominent in my façade. A bit of earth and a bit of water… I recall momentarily what I had been told when I was but a yearling. “There are four elements… of which are all reflected in our own souls.” Or at least, that’s what my mother had told me… but then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time that she had lied to me if she had not been telling me the truth. “Water, Earth, Fire, Air. Air is very rare… only seen in the birds, who fly above our heads with hollow wings… If you find a white wolf though, be careful… for they could be deceiving you… perhaps they will make you believe that they are the other element, but only time can tell. Fire will present itself mostly in the coat of a varg. Crimson is its primary color. Watch out for these souls- for they are quick tempered and easily provoked into anger and annoyance. Earth is not easily uprooted. The souls who have this do not like to change their attitudes and personality. Water is flowing… it always finds a way to adapt to their environment… they are quick thinkers.” I am Water and Fire… I collide with myself. A quick temper and a quick thinker helps me to get out of dangerous situations… most of the time… but then again… what the heck am I doing here? Yeah, that’s right… I’m running away from what scares me the most.
This girl that has come to see me grabs my immediate attention when the smile she had come in with…faltered. I immediately let my facial expression show that I was not amused with this. A guarded look plasters itself upon my crimson palette and shielded seas harden against her gaze. I may be terrified, but that doesn’t mean I accept pity. I know that she is just trying to be nice… but my name’s not kushina if I don’t act like kushina. Her words make me lighten up a little bit, but I still have my walls up. Never trust a living soul… not matter how sweet or nice they look. She whispers words about how I shouldn’t be afraid now. Seconds later, I prance in the mud, splashing it upon my own front… not that it wasn’t soiled already. “my name is kushina. Thank you, Venga, for giving time to approach me.” odd, yes, but once I’ve said this, my bodice drops to the mud, and I show my underbelly, all the while watching around ever so carefully for signs of my pursuers. A minute or two later, I’m back on my pillars, mud embedding into my red cloak, staining it more of a russet color. You can no longer see the white lining on the inside of my legs… and that’s just fine. This is how I feel everyday… disgusting and ugly. I have been told more than once that I’m a bringer of misfortune… so if this girl is smart, she will turn me away. Then again, I’m praying that she doesn’t.
Princess || Adult || Loner || Loveless
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